Quotes About Vulnerability

How do we become who we are in the world? We ask the world to teach us. But we have to ask with an open heart, with no idea what the answer will be.

Writers, it is said, all carry a chip of ice in their hearts

When I realized I was going to die, the only thing I could think about was you and what an idiot I'd been for not telling you how I felt about you. I think I've loved you from the moment you lifted that awful blindfold off my face. I opened my eyes, and there you were, the bravest, most beautiful woman I've ever known. You set me free Natalie. In so many ways, you set me free.

For a moment he said nothing, then he reached over and traced a line down her cheek with his finger. When a man looks into a woman's eyes, lass, he doesna want to see the horrors he has kent written there. He wants to see joy and warmth and some measure of innocence. Tis the natural duty and desire of a man to protect his woman and children from the world's bitterness.

It was like I had some special strain of Tourette's that made me say exactly the kind of things that would drive him away, even though my biggest fear was that he would leave. Because you know, they always left.

Mi smo kao orah.Moramo biti slomljeni da bi nas upoznali.

I don't regret the painful times; I bare my scars as if they were medals.

If a man we don't know phones us up one day and talks a little, makes no suggestions, says nothing special, but nevertheless pays us the kind of attention we rarely receive, we're quite capable of going to bed with him that night, feeling relatively in love. That's what we women are like, and there's nothing wrong with that - it's the nature of the female to open herself to love easily.

A iubi înseamn? s?-i dau celuilalt, cu propriul meu consim??mânt, o putere infinit? asupra mea. Cum de putusem contribui la propria mea servitute?

She was like a windflower trembling on its slender stem, so fragile you feel it can't possibly survive the blasts that shake it, though it survives them all.

No one looks him in the face now, it's as if his grief frightens them. What are they afraid of? That one day they'll have to endure pain like this? Or that they never will, that they're incapable of it, because grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

I will never forget that she cried for me when I was not able to cry for myself.

Colin was beginning to be afraid(...)of the future, of the possibility, suddenly glimpsed, that his life might end like this. Like most young people, he'd always assumed, without ever really thinking about it, that regret, waste, failure lay in wait for others, but not for him. Now(...)he realized, for the first time, that he was not exempt, that this, unless he took steps to avoid it, could happen to him.

Nobody looks him in the face now, it's as if his grief frightens them. What are they afraid of? That one day they'll have to endure pain like this? Or that they never will, that they're incapable of it, because grief's only ever as deep as the love it's replaced.

But I shot the dog myself. I took him into the barn holding on to his collar. He knew something bad was going to happen, and he rolled over on to his back and showed me his puppy-pink tummy and widdled a bit, quite certain these devices for deflecting aggression would work. I tickled him behind his ear and said, 'Sorry, old son. I'm human-we're not like that.

Ik zal nooit vergeten dat zij voor me huilde toen ik dat zelf niet kon.

Insisting on maintaining dignity at all costs is paralyzing. Mistakes are informative, and so is playing the fool

Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.

Because we're human. Like everyone else. And the older we get, the more human we get. The more human we get, the more painful everything becomes.

The American male is a quivering mass of insecurities. If a woman makes the mistake of loving him, he will make her suffer terribly for her utter lack of taste. I don't think men can ever forgive women for loving them to the exclusion of all others.

The only way I could endure being a coward was if I was the only one who knew it.

Losing tears along the seam of your own image of yourself. It is a mark of shame that causes internal injury, but no visible damage.

Young girls have an infinite capacity for being attracted to the wrong sort of men.

You're worried about your mother dying, aren't you," Leah said, putting her cheek on my forearm. "I can tell." For a moment I hesitated, but I could hear the call for intimacy in her voice, the desire for me to let her enter those grottoes where I tended my own fear of my mother's illness.